As his lips met mine, I felt like I was going to be sick. I moved my hand up his chest, around his neck, and into his hair, and then I pulled on it slightly. He let out a low moan into my mouth, and it was everything I could do not to start gagging. I reached with my right hand and felt for the candlestick. I could feel his erection pushing into my stomach as he leaned in closer to me.
He slowly pulled away from my lips. “Tell me you missed me and that you want me, Whitley. Tell me now. ”
I slowly smiled as I took the candlestick in my hand. “Roger…you have no idea…how much I have not missed you. ”
His smile faded, and I used all my power to swing the candlestick around and hit him in the head. He instantly fell to the ground as I screamed and made my way down the two flights of stairs.
Jesus, Whitley, don’t fucking fall!
I had almost made it to the bottom of the stairs when the front door busted open, and Layton came in. The moment I saw him, I started crying hysterically and ran into his arms.
“Jesus, Whitley, are you all right? What the fuck is going on?”
I held on to him, sobbing. “We. Have. To. Go! Now!” I managed to get out in between sobs.
He pulled away and looked into my eyes. Then, his eyes moved to my mouth, and I saw the anger in them.
“Where is he?”
I started hysterically shaking my head. “No! We have to leave—now! We have to call the police now, Layton. ” I pulled on his arm to get him to leave with me. “Layton…please…my God, please, we have to leave!”
“I called the police, baby. They’ll be here any second. Where is he, Whitley? Tell me now. ”
I tried so hard to stop crying. I glanced up the stairs and pulled on Layton’s arm. Layton followed my eyes and yanked his arm away before he started running upstairs.
“Layton, no! He has a gun! Please don’t go up there!”
I looked around for my purse and ran to it. I grabbed my cell phone and hit nine-one-one. When the operator answered, I was running up the stairs and heard a loud crash.
“Oh my God! He’s in my house with a gun…please…please, hurry. ”
Then, I saw Layton and Roger at the top of the stairs. Layton went to go after Roger, and before I could even yell out, Roger pointed the gun and shot at Layton.
“No!” I screamed.
Layton flew forward and knocked the gun out of Roger’s hand. Before I even knew what was happening, Roger was on the ground, and Layton was beating the shit out of him.
“You will never hurt her again for as long as I live, you fucking piece of shit. ” Layton kept hitting Roger over and over again.
I ran up, grabbed Layton, and tried pulling him off of Roger.
“Layton! Please stop! Please, Layton!”
Just then, two men came around me and pulled Layton off of Roger.
“No, stop! Don’t…it’s Roger! He had a gun, and he shot at—” I stopped talking when I saw the front of Layton’s white shirt covered in blood. I threw my hands up to my mouth. “Oh God…oh God…he shot you, Layton. My God, he shot you!”
The officer let go of Layton as I ran up to him and took him in my arms. Everything started moving in slow motion. I saw the officers pick up Roger and push him against a wall as they put handcuffs on him. Then, I felt Layton’s legs go out from under him, and we both fell to the floor.
I turned back to the police officers and screamed, “Help him! He’s been shot, and he’s not breathing right!”
I heard an officer on his radio, asking for EMS.
I looked down at Layton as he looked up at me. He tried smiling but started coughing. Blood was everywhere.
“Please don’t…don’t leave me, Layton. I love you. I need you, baby. ” I could hardly talk from crying so hard. “You can’t leave me. You promised to take care of me forever. You can’t break your promise to me. Kate needs you, too, Layton. ”
He tried to talk.